Weekend Money - Keys 2 the Gates lyrics

[Verse 1: NE$$] The glitz and the glamour Big city, big dreams The smoke and the mirrors The posers pretending They not what they seem Internet famous Swear that you A-list Coke in the veins and the smoke in your brain Got you feeling type wavy Back of the Uber Pack of the Buddha It's all math for the moolah That BQE traffic We shaking & moving Every industry party Open bar by Bacardi Everybody a rapper, a actor, a model or some kinda artist [Hook: NE$$] Want to go to heaven got the keys to the gates Want to raise hell but that heat you can't take Trapped in the beast can't escape Can't get no peace, get no breaks Get on your knees, let us pray Lord pretty, pretty please, nah n***a wait, listen [Verse 2: NE$$] Other day homie k**ed holding his baby Front page of the news A Starbucks just opened up down the block papa The coppers they cruise This ain't Friends, this ain't Seinfeld It's more like a minefield There's a war going on and like no man Safe so much more than rhyme here Bloomberg then De Blasio Front cover like Fabio The Post, Daily News They all in one bed like a f**ing menageo He took his last breathe Life flashed in his mind They choked him to d**h Can't breathe on his shirt Sign of times [Hook: NE$$] Want to go to heaven got the keys to the gates Want to raise hell but that heat you can't take Trapped in the beast can't escape Can't get no peace, get no breaks Get on your knees, let us pray Lord pretty, pretty please, nah n***a wait, listen [Verse 3: NE$$] The glitz and the glamour Big city, big dreams The smoke and the mirrors The posers pretending They not what they seem Internet famous Swear that you A-list Coke in the veins and the smoke in your brain Got you feeling type wavy Back of the Uber Pack of the Buddha It's all math for the moolah That BQE traffic We shaking & moving Every industry party Open bar by Bacardi Everybody a rapper, a actor, a model or some kinda artist